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The
crooked
black
shape
of
the
castle
was
drifting
peacefully
nearby
.
Calcifer
was
amusing
himself
blowing
black
smoke
rings
from
one
turret
.
Sophie
saw
that
much
before
her
shoe
caught
in
the
heather
and
she
stumbled
forward
again
.
Zip
!
Zip
!
This
time
Sophie
visited
in
rapid
succession
the
Market
Square
of
Market
Chipping
and
the
front
lawn
of
a
very
grand
mansion
.
“
Blow
!
”
she
cried
.
“
Drat
!
”
One
word
for
each
place
.
And
she
was
off
again
with
her
own
momentum
and
another
Zip
!
right
down
at
the
end
of
that
valley
on
a
field
somewhere
.
A
large
red
bull
raised
its
ringed
nose
from
the
grass
and
thoughtfully
lowered
its
horns
.
“
I
’
m
just
leaving
,
my
good
beast
!
”
Sophie
cried
,
hopping
herself
round
frantically
.
Zip
!
Back
to
the
mansion
.
Zip
!
to
Market
Square
.
Zip
!
and
there
was
the
castle
yet
again
.
She
was
getting
the
hang
of
it
.
Zip
!
Here
was
Upper
Folding
—
but
how
did
you
stop
?
Zip
!
“
Oh
,
confound
it
!
”
Sophie
cried
,
almost
in
Marsh
Folding
again
.
This
time
she
hopped
round
very
carefully
and
trod
with
great
deliberation
.
Zip
!
and
fortunately
the
boot
landed
in
a
cowpat
and
she
sat
down
with
a
thump
.
Michael
sprinted
up
before
Sophie
could
move
and
dragged
the
boot
off
her
foot
.
“
Thank
you
!
”
Sophie
cried
breathlessly
.
“
There
seemed
no
reason
why
I
should
ever
stop
!
”
Sophie
’
s
heart
pounded
a
bit
as
they
walked
across
the
common
to
Mrs
.
Fairfax
’
s
house
,
but
only
in
the
way
heart
’
s
do
when
you
have
done
a
lot
rather
quickly
.
She
felt
very
grateful
for
whatever
Howl
and
Calcifer
had
done
.
“
Nice
place
,
”
Michael
remarked
as
he
hid
the
boots
in
Mrs
.
Fairfax
’
s
hedge
.
Sophie
agreed
.
The
house
was
the
biggest
in
the
village
.
It
was
thatched
,
with
white
walls
between
the
black
beams
,
and
,
and
Sophie
remembered
from
visits
as
a
child
,
you
walked
up
to
the
porch
through
a
garden
crowded
with
flowers
and
humming
with
bees
.
Over
the
porch
honeysuckle
and
a
white
climbing
rose
were
competing
as
to
which
could
give
most
work
to
the
bees
.
It
was
a
perfect
,
hot
summer
morning
down
here
in
Upper
Folding
.
